You Make Your Own Luck, Gig. You

I Rewrote The Ending Of 'farewell To Arms' 39 Times Before I Was Satisfied.

The One Who Is Doing His Work And Getting Satisfaction From It Is Not The One The Poverty Bothers.

The World Is A Fine Place And Worth The Fighting For And I Hate Very Much To Leave It.

I Didn't Want To Kiss You Goodbye — That Was The Trouble — I Wanted To Kiss You Good Night — And There's A Lot Of Difference.

A Writer Is Like A Gypsy. He Owes No Allegiance To Any Government. If He Is A Good Writer He Will Never Like Any Government He Lives Under. His Hand Should Be Against It And Its Hand Will Always Be Against Him.